Rain, Rain
O my children
Innocent as a summer day

But No

I watch my children fall
To the ground
To splat into a puddle

O how I watch the little people run
Under my tearful cries

They mock me, they despise me
They laugh at my offspring falling on
their faces

I watch them join together
To make a treacherous stream carrying my
Children away
In anger

No harm done
All I see are the little people
Running away

Just Like
Little Children.


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